As Harper walked into the living room where her uncle was seated, she collapsed into a couch, her eyes opened but not seeing —blank and staring into space. Dead.
Viktor stared at her for a while, then he sighed. “I'm not going to judge you, Harper, but I still want to understand why you did it. I was cooking something for that bastard, but you ruined everything,”
Harper sniffed, flicking off the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes were already hurting from crying too much. She hated being this weak and pathetic. It was so frustrating.
“Don't cry, baby. We're going to sort this out,” Viktor said, but his voice was too low to offer any comfort.
“A…drian is threatening to break up with me. He says I brought him shame. Everybody is blaming me, but how is it my fault?! Where did I go wrong?”
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